So it is that after each night, facing a new day, the impossible necessity of dealing with it fills us with dread; exiled in light as if the world ha… - Emil Cioran

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So it is that after each night, facing a new day, the impossible necessity of dealing with it fills us with dread; exiled in light as if the world had just started, inventing the sun, we flee from tears—just one of which would be enough to wash us out of time.